When, presently, through all thy veins shall run Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault, Jul. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear. Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength shall help afford. Farewell, dear father! [Exeunt. 7 If no unconstant toy, &c.] If no fickle freak, no light caprice, no change of fancy, hinder the performance. SCENE II. A Room in Capulet's House. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, Nurse, and Servant. Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ.[Exit Servant. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. 8 2 Serv. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. Cap. How canst thou try them so? 2 Serv. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he, that cannot lick his fingers, goes not with me. Cap. Go, begone.— [Exit Servant. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence? Nurse. Ay, forsooth. Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her: A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. 8 Enter JULIET. Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift with merry look. Cap. How now, my headstrong? where have you go been gadding?1 hire me twenty cunning cooks.] Twenty cooks for half a dozen guests! Either Capulet has altered his mind strangely, or our author forgot what he had just made him tell us. See p. 79. - from shrift—] i. e. from confession. 1 -gadding?] The primitive sense of this word was to straggle from house to house, and collect money, under pretence of singing carols to the Blessed Virgin. Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition To you, and your behests; and am enjoin'd And beg your pardon:-Pardon, I beseech you! Cap. Send for the county; go tell him of this; Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well,-stand up: This is as't should be.-Let me see the county; Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. Cap. Go, nurse, go with her:-we'll to church to-morrow. [Exeunt JULIET and Nurse. La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision; 'Tis now near night. Cap. Tush! I will stir about, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife: Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her; I'll not to bed to-night;-let me alone; I'll play the housewife for this once.-What, ho!They are all forth: Well, I will walk myself To county Paris, to prepare him up 2 becomed love-] Becomed for becoming: one participle for the other; a frequent practice with our author. Against to-morrow: my heart is wond'rous light, [Exeunt. I SCENE III. Juliet's Chamber. Enter JULIET and NURSE. Jul. Ay, those attires are best:-But, gentle nurse, pray thee, leave me to myself to-night; For I have need of many orisons 3 To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin. Enter Lady CAPulet. La. Cap. What, are you busy? do help? Jul. No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries As are behoveful for our state to-morrow: So please you, let me now be left alone, And let the nurse this night sit up with you; La. Cap. Good night! Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. [Exeunt Lady CAPULET and Nurse. Jul. Farewell!-God knows, when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, I'll call them back again to comfort me;— 3 For I have need, &c.] Juliet plays most of her pranks under the appearance of religion: perhaps Shakspeare meant to punish her hypocrisy. JOHNSON. Nurse! What should she do here? My dismal scene I needs must act alone.— What if this mixture do not work at all? Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, The horrible conceit of death and night, Together with the terror of the place,- Where, for these many hundred years, the bones Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,* So early waking,-what with loathsome smells; green in earth,] i. e. fresh in earth, newly buried. 5 Lies fest'ring-] To fester is to corrupt. 6 is it not like, that I,] This speech is confused, and inconsequential, according to the disorder of Juliet's mind. |